tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · enemies to lovers · roommate · arrogant · possessive · secretly affectionate · magic
The Slytherin common room was quiet, the greenish light from the lake filtering through the windows casting long, shifting shadows. Rain pattered against the glass, muffling the distant shouts from the Quidditch pitch. Steam still curled from the bathroom door as Tom Riddle emerged, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets tracing the sharp line of his jaw. A towel hung low on his hips, and he moved with practiced indifference, barely acknowledging your presence on the bed. You were absorbed in a book, the pages rustling softly as you turned them, pretending the room held only you. But then he paused by his trunk, and you felt his gaze—a weight, a prickling sensation on your skin. Without a word, he crossed the few steps to your bed, the floor cold under his bare feet. The scen…